Ghost Town chapter 1 part 2

Hello a new installment in my horror/romance story. I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it and whether you do or don't I hope you comment. Thankyou very much to Scout, Merv & Searcy for commenting.

Part1 is linked below

http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2006/05/ghost-town-chapter-1-part-1.html

‘Daddy’s got a new family now doesn’t he?’
‘Yes he does, but he still loves you just the same, and he’ll visit and call all the time.’
After a few moments thought Abby said, ‘Ok,’ seeming to accept this explanation with the kind of grace only small children possess, then ‘what kind of puppy will we get?’
Rachael laughed at the abrupt change of topic, and the rest of the trip passed pleasantly enough with discussions of puppies and, if Abby was a good girl, possibly a pony.

Several hours later Abby slept peacfully in the passanger seat and they costed smoothly up the main street of the quiet rural city. Looking around Rachael noticed, with mild surprise, that all of the shops were closed and the streets were practically deserted. It seemed amazing that Sunday trading had not yet reached parts of the civilized world.

Their new home was on the outskirts of the Milawara across from the last petrol station before you hit the open highway once more. Rachael had called the Real Estate Agent when they first reached town and by the time they got to their new home he was there waiting for them. He was a handsome man with strong regular features, sandy brown hair and the type of physic that suggested he played some kind of competition sport regularly. An easy smile lit his face as Rachael parked the truck and stepped out onto the pavement.
‘Hi you must be Rachael.’ He said as he approached.
‘Yes that’s right,’ she replied shading her eyes from the glare of the late afternoon sun as she looked up at him.
‘I’m Garry McMillan, the real estate agent, it’s a real pleasure to finally meet you,’ he said holding out a hand for her to shake, which she did. His handshake was warm and strong, just like the rest of him she thought smiling.

‘Shall I give you the grand tour?’ he asked letting go of her hand and indicating the building behind him with a tilt of his head.
‘That’d be great, just let me get my daughter from the truck.’
‘Sure thing’ he said treating her to the warm lazy smile again. In a few minutes she was back with a tired, somewhat grumpy, Abby in tow. Garry smiled down at the little girl who was looking up at him with bleary eyes and clutching a blanket in one hand and a toy horse in the other.
‘Hello, what’s your name?’
Abby looked at her mother as though asking for permission, they were well versed in stranger danger, Rachael just smiled and gave a small nod.
‘Abigail’ she said her voice quiet and shy.
Garry’s smile broadened, he seemed delighted by this shy little girl. Wait until he gets to know her, Rachael thought amused by her daughters apparent shyness.
‘Well it is just lovely to meet you Abigail, I’m Garry. Now let’s all go and have a look at your new home.’

The house was just as lovely as the many pictures she’d been sent. Some people had thought it irresponsible to purchase a property without ever having set foot there, mainly her ex-husband, but Rachael had felt a pull to this place that was undeniable and after getting building inspection reports, plumbers reports, electrical reports and an engineers report she felt she knew exactly what she was getting herself into. Somehow, as much as she’d fallen in love with the place from only seeing the pictures and as detailed as all of the expert reports had been, nothing in all her research had prepared her for just how lovely it would be. It was a beautiful bluestone structure with a wraparound bull nose verandah complete with squeaky wooden boards and a low border of rose bushes.

The front entrance led into the tearoom and general store, a few tables and chairs stacked against a wall, a short counter with an ornate old-fashioned til, a few empty shelves and a vacant fridge all combined to give the place a feeling of expectancy, as though it was just waiting for someone to come in and breath life into it once more. Rachael’s fingers itched to begin cleaning and setting her own stamp onto it, some people might think it would be dull task but she was looking forward to it more eagerly than she had looked forward to anything in years.

Abby was staring around wide eyed as though she, like her mother, could see the potential all around her. Garry was looking at them both a big grin of real happiness on his face, he lived for moments like these when he showed someone a house and they fell in love.
‘Well, is it living up to your expectations so far?’ He asked, even though he was sure he knew the answer already.

Click the below link for part 3

http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2007/07/chapter1-part3-and-still-not-finished.html